Wouldn't the world be better if people went around without labels? That's one of the viewpoints I wish more people would embrace. My name is Emily Petit-Jean. I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I'm a student at the University of Toronto, majoring in Business Administration. I hold an Associate's Degree in Nursi...
"Bro, did you check out those hot lesbos who moved in downstairs?!?" Okay, yeah, I did say this out loud to my brother but it's not as bad as it sounds. My brother lives with me in an apartment in San Francisco and he's gay and also the coolest guy I know. Mark and I were super liberal but in private we liked to be irreverent and politically incorrect, bel...
God she's Beautiful. I remember when I first met Chrystal. I was at a club that I like to visit from time to time, just standing at the bar drinking a Gin and lime and shrugging off the advances of baby dykes left and right. The heavy on the synth dance version of a popular pop song was blaring over the speakers and the dance floor was filled, looking almo...
Gordana was looking for part-time work to supplement her meager student income. So she donned her best pale blue, Ally McBeal suit and visited the office reception areas downtown. All the legal, commercial, banking and service industry offices. By afternoon her feet hurt, but she reassembled her smile as she opened the door of the "Professional Women" office...
"What the hell is this?" I say when I see what's lying on the table. I had sauntered over for a beer and to give a quick glance at the box, just to see if Lauren had decided to indulge me with a Segal- or -Van Damme action flick, or went instead with a cheesy, romantic chick flick that would either put me to sleep, or, best case scenario, put her in the mood...
One of my favorite pastimes is people watching. I usually head to the queer-owned coffeehouse in town, Divas, a couple times a week to catch a cappuccino or two. I'd just sit outside and enjoy the view of all the Femmes walking down the street. I am talking to the Bros, and this vision of loveliness walks up to us looking lost and confused. "Excuse me, could...
Paris was our garden of ecstasies. One evening we find a girl-bar in Rue Mouffetard, a lesbian cellar, dank, dark, noisy, crowded with university students. older butches in full drag, baby dykes with rings in their nostrils, a drummer and two guitarists on a small stage, women of course, the musicians wearing tight striped tank-tops that barely cover their...
With my hands full of her jiggly ass-cheeks, I took a long lick along the length of her pussy! Sweet! Jodi went nuts! My long blonde hair was tangled in her hands. I could feel her ass-cheeks tense and that beautiful bum came off the bed and wriggled all around. I had a hard time holding her. I can't begin to describe the sounds that were coming from her...
You know what it's like in the morning after one of those funky parties, the dawn light coming in through the windows to show the stains on the cracked walls, the assorted crap scattered on the wooden floor, a fat butch sleeping with her mouth open, the girl beside her with torn nylons and a face smeared with mascara and lipstick, maybe a dozen other women l...
She was a looker all right--fine coat, double breasted button-down pink blouse with black trim and with a knee length skirt that hugged her bottom-- and it was a bottom that deserved to be caressed. Long dark hair, fair skin, green eyes emphasized with perfect make up and lipstick the color of an oriental ruby. She was tall and firm on five inch heels and he...